²⁰ and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores,

² and a certain man, being lame from the womb of his mother, was being carried, whom they were laying every day at the gate of the temple, called Beautiful, to ask a kindness from those entering into the temple,

⁵ Hearken, my brethren beloved, did not God choose the poor of this world, rich in faith, and heirs of the reign that He promised to those loving Him?

⁹ And let the brother who is low rejoice in his exaltation,

¹ And there was a certain one ailing, Lazarus, from Bethany, of the village of Mary and Martha her sister --

³⁵ And it came to pass, in his coming nigh to Jericho, a certain blind man was sitting beside the way begging,

³⁶ and having heard a multitude going by, he was inquiring what this may be,

³⁷ and they brought him word that Jesus the Nazarene doth pass by,

³⁸ and he cried out, saying, `Jesus, Son of David, deal kindly with me;'

³⁹ and those going before were rebuking him, that he might be silent, but he was much more crying out, `Son of David, deal kindly with me.'

⁴⁰ And Jesus having stood, commanded him to be brought unto him, and he having come nigh, he questioned him,

⁴¹ saying, `What wilt thou I shall do to thee?' and he said, `Sir, that I may receive sight.'

⁴² And Jesus said to him, `Receive thy sight; thy faith hath saved thee;'

⁴³ and presently he did receive sight, and was following him, glorifying God; and all the people, having seen, did give praise to God.

²¹ and desiring to be filled from the crumbs that are falling from the table of the rich man; yea, also the dogs, coming, were licking his sores.

²² Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?

⁶ From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

¹⁴ And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.

¹⁹ Many `are' the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.

⁷ And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

⁸ He raiseth from the dust the poor, From a dunghill He lifteth up the needy, To cause `them' to sit with nobles, Yea, a throne of honour He doth cause them to inherit, For to Jehovah `are' the fixtures of earth, And He setteth on them the habitable world.